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"Tell me one, two, three, four, five..."

Zhang He: "..."

"Then I will tell you, my lord, that if I don't come back, the brothers who followed me through life and death will be killed by Zhao Gao, a traitor."

"The minister didn't intentionally beat up the servant next to you, the king. It was too irritating. The minister was too excited at the time. Now that I think about it carefully, I shouldn't have done it. Please punish the king."

"My lord, the third thing is that the potatoes are already ripe, it's time to dig! I'm afraid I'm late, and the potatoes will rot in the ground, and I'll be in trouble!"

"What, rotten in the ground?"

Ying Zheng couldn't calm down immediately, and asked quickly.

Zhang He smiled obsequiously: "That's right, my lord, when it's ripe, if you don't take it back, it will rot."

"Your Majesty, I have another important matter that I want to keep secret from you!"

What Yingzheng is most worried about now is his potatoes. He has been with the potatoes in that area for more than four months.After a few days, go back and see how the potatoes are growing.

Not long ago, the leaves of the potatoes suddenly turned yellow and began to fall off, with large black spots appearing. Ying Zheng thought that the old men who took care of the potatoes hadn't taken good care of them, so he immediately put them down prison.

Then I sent an urgent letter to Zhang He, and got a reply later. It turned out that the leaves turned yellow, black, and then fell off, which was a sign of ripe potatoes.

This made Ying Zheng heave a sigh of relief, and quickly released a few old men who were taking care of the potatoes, and let them remember that this phenomenon is normal and a sign of ripe potatoes.

But now Zhang He said that if it is not dug out when it is ripe, it will rot in the ground. What should I do? It will be Daqin's rations in the future, and it is a necessary thing for Daqin to realize that everyone has food to eat.

"Back off..."

Zhao Gao was carried down by several people, he had already pretended to be dead, and Zhang He was ruthless in his heart.

Zhao Gao swore that in this life he would make Zhang Henong's life worse than death, and finally beat him to death with his own hands.

Today's shame, he Zhao Gao wrote down.

Chapter 279 Ying Zheng Leads the Civil and Military Ministers to Dig Potatoes

Only Ying Zheng and Zhang He were left in the yard. Ying Zheng said in a cold voice, "What secret report, tell me quickly. After finishing speaking, I will go dig potatoes with the widow..."

Zhang He: "..."

This time it is really deceitful, but they don't know that potatoes will be fine if they are buried in the soil for a few days and a half without digging, and the quality will be better, but who can dare to say that what they said is a lie, anyway, the potatoes must have sucks.

"My lord, after these potatoes are dug out, they can be transported to Sichuan, Sichuan, or even further south, where they can be planted again, and they can mature in winter, so I rushed back in a hurry."

Yingzheng's eyes glowed. He didn't expect that potatoes could grow in winter, which was amazing.

If this is the case, this crop of potatoes has grown for about four months, that is to say, it can be planted three times a year?

This……

"Zhang Qing, you deceive the widow!"

Zhang He: "No, Your Majesty, everything I said was the truth, and I absolutely did not deceive Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Then why did you hide your clumsiness and not tell the widow earlier that this potato can grow three crops a year?"

Zhang He had a wry smile on his face. At that time, he also wanted to say, but the news of the yield per mu is shocking enough. If it is said that three crops can be planted in a year, wouldn’t everyone call me Zhang He a lunatic?

After Ying Zheng asked, he seemed to have thought of this question too. This is something from the gods, a gift from the gods to Daqin. It was so shocking. If Zhang Qing told the truth at that time, people would laugh at him or call him a madman.

Zhang He: "My lord, one, two, three, four, five is enough!"

Ying Zheng: "???"

"Hmph, I'm allowing you to go home and rest for the night. I'll collect the potatoes tomorrow, and then I'll settle the score with you slowly."

"go!"

Ying Zheng turned around and walked outside, and the black eagle who followed him immediately followed.

When Ying Zheng left, Zhang He breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to look for Zhao Gao, who had been carried away long ago.

Zhang He looked at Zhe Ri, and said coldly: "Tell your master, keep a low profile in the future, and those who touch Zhang He, I will make life unpredictable."

Originally, Zhang He killed Zhao Gao directly, but it solved the gravedigger of Daqin, but now he can't kill him all at once. After all, Zhao Gao is a person close to the King of Qin. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner.

Next time, dig a big hole for Zhao Gao, and then bury it, so that no one will know it, and it will not sweep the king's face.

After Zhang He returned to the mansion, it was getting late, so he went to rest directly.

Anyway, there is no entertainment.

Early the next morning, King Qin Yingzheng sent someone to Zhang He's house and woke Zhang He up from his sleep.

When Zhang He arrived at Zhuangzi outside the city, Qin Wang Yingzheng had already led a large team of people to surround the three outer floors and the inner three floors of Zhuangzi.

All the civil and military ministers also followed Qin Wang Yingzheng. The historian who recorded Qin Wang's daily words and deeds had already held bamboo slips and waited for this historic moment.

Everyone was looking forward to it, because a year ago, Zhang He presented the auspicious sign of potatoes, saying that he could produce a thousand catties per mu. At that time, there was an uproar. Some people said that Zhang He was a lunatic and a liar. Some people say that Zhang He is a spy of other countries.

After half a year, the potatoes are finally ripe for harvest.

Zhang He stepped forward, bowed and said, "I have seen the King."

"Exemption."

The censor Feng Jie frowned. After this incident, he wanted to participate in Zhang He's book. If the potatoes really yielded a thousand catties per mu, or even more than a thousand catties, wouldn't that be another great contribution?

I heard that last night, Zhang Shangqing beat Zhao Gao, and finally used up the credit. Could it be because of the credit of the potato that he gave Yuan back? Absolutely not.

"I'm just waiting for you, Zhang Qing. Let's see what the regulations are. Can we start now?"

Zhang He went to the ground and touched the soil. The soil was okay, quite moist. Is it full of water vapor? This way the potatoes have good moisture and will not dry out easily when placed in the cellar.

"Your Majesty, you can start now."

"However, this potato must be recorded in the annals of history. I ask the king to excavate the first potato..."

Yingzheng was overjoyed, he must have done such a good thing to be recorded in the annals of history. When future generations read the records of this scene, King Qin Yingzheng dug up the first potato plant on a certain day in a certain year , since the great fortune of the Qin Dynasty prospered, it has been immortal for thousands of years.

According to the experience of later generations, Zhang He selected a potato with thick seedlings and many branches, and said with a smile: "My lord, this is the only one."

Zhang He handed the hoe to Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng picked up the hoe and tried for a long time, but he didn't dare to dig it down with a hoe, because he had dug a plant secretly before, and it was full of potatoes. What should I do if I am pregnant?

Zhang He said: "Your Majesty, dig a hoe and leave the rest to my servant."

Ying Zheng thought to himself, "Zhang Qing is really understanding!"

Ying Zheng dug a hoe nearby, and then asked the hoe to be handed over to Zhang He.

All the civil and military ministers, as well as the old farmers who took care of the potatoes, all looked over. They all wanted to know how many potatoes there were under this plant.

Zhang He rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his trouser legs, spit, and grabbed the hoe. After a while, he skillfully removed all the surrounding soil, leaving only this handful of soil with potatoes.

Why do you take off your pants and fart like this, go straight down with three hoes, and the potatoes will roll out, but Zhang He has his own plan for doing this, and only by doing this can people be shocked.

Now everyone is watching, and there are people from the peasant family, but it's a pity that the peasant hero was not allowed to see it with his own eyes.

At the beginning, they made a bet that if the yield per mu was really huge, Zhang He would own the whole farm.That guy said he would come to Xianyang to find him, but he hasn't seen anyone until now, a liar... let me go.

When the homework was done, Fang Fangzheng was a small mound, and the surrounding area was dug up by Zhang He.

Zhang He threw away the hoe and started digging the soil with both hands.

at last.

The potatoes from the first lesson came out, and Zhang He was also shocked. Did the potatoes grow too big?

Visually measuring fifteen to six centimeters long, Zhang He didn't grab it with both hands.

I have seen such a big potato in my previous life, but there are only one or two potatoes out of thousands of potatoes.

Could it be that the system rewarded them with genetically modified potatoes?

But who cares, it's good to be able to eat now, who cares about genetically modified or not?

After the first potato was pulled out by Zhang He, the audience was shocked. Even Ying Zheng's eyes widened. He dug secretly, but he didn't find such a big one.

Zhang Qing is indeed a lucky star, even if he digs potatoes, he can dig out the biggest ones.

"My lord, this is the first one. It weighs about two catties. It's really a good start. The Great Qin is lucky and will be immortal for thousands of years."

Ying Zheng grabbed the potato with both hands excitedly, held it up high, and said with trembling lips, "Daqin has such auspicious things, it should be immortal forever."

"Congratulations, my lord, the Great Qin has lived for thousands of years and will be immortal forever."

Zhang He went to dig the soil with his hands again.

Another potato showed its head, and it seemed to be about the same size as the previous one.

One after another, Zhang He threw seven potatoes in a row, and the potatoes continued to be thrown out by Zhang He.

"My lord, it's the tenth..."

"My lord, No. 11..."

Finally, there were no more potatoes. In this nest of potatoes, a total of eleven were dug out, two of which were super big, and the rest were too big. They were all the size of a fist, and the smallest one was also the size of an egg.

"Come here, weigh..." Ying Zheng really wanted to know how many catties a plant would eventually weigh, and he could estimate how many catties these potatoes could produce!

Chapter 280 Zhang He's Egg Fried Rice

A few small officials waiting beside him immediately came to weigh the basket with their baskets in hand.

These little officials acted lightly, for fear that they would rub the potatoes and be punished by Ying Zheng.

So several people were extra careful, and finally put the No.11 potatoes into the basket, then picked up the weighing pole, and began to weigh the eleven potatoes.

(It is said that it existed in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. In the Qin Dynasty, it was already very accurate. There were [-] grams of weights, and there were mother and child weights...)

"My lord, these auspicious signs total 38 catties, six taels and four baht!"

Qin Wang Yingzheng's eyes lit up immediately. At that time, Zhang He handed him 95 potatoes. After they were divided into seeds, they cut out a total of 386 potatoes that could be germinated.

However, for unknown reasons, one plant did not germinate, but 385 plants germinated.

Now one plant weighs 38 catties and 38 baht, but this plant grows the best, and the others are [-] catties.

Let the widow do the math, let the widow do the math...

uh, hiss...

More than 600 catties?

"Hahaha, from now on, the Great Qin will be immortal for ten thousand years. All the subjects of the Great Qin should have food to eat, and there will never be a time when people will starve to death."

All the courtiers probably counted in their hearts, and they all swallowed in shock. This is too crazy, more than 4000 catties!

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's really the great Qin's fortune, and the Majesty's fortune to obtain such auspicious auspiciousness!"

"Great Qin Wannian, immortal forever!"

Zhang He was also a little surprised. According to this calculation, it must not exceed 1 catties?

Even if calculated according to the unit of later generations, there are more than 7000 catties, but this does not use an acre of land!

He remembered that there were a total of 380 five plants. In order to make the potatoes grow well, he only planted one potato plant on more than one square, or even two square meters.

Regardless of soil fertility, moisture, light is the best.

Moreover, this kind of seed is rewarded by the system, so it must be the best.

With the combination of the two, it is reasonable and not an exaggeration to be able to produce more than 7000 catties.

"Come on, start digging potatoes..."

Ying Zheng couldn't wait any longer, rolled up his sleeves himself, and went down to the ground to dig potatoes. This is the most friendly moment, and the ministers will never stop it.

On the contrary, the civil and military ministers also took off their shoes, rolled up their sleeves, and began to plan potatoes with their hands.

Dozens of people, after a whole morning, finally dug up the potatoes in the almost one-acre field, and built a hill with potatoes in the center of the land.

Ying Zheng sat on the ground, looked at Xiao Shan and laughed, and kept stroking the biggest potato.

Finally, Zhang He asked the officials to weigh the total weight, and he left here with Ying Zheng and other ministers.

Then in the courtyard next door, we had tea and dinner.

The rice was fried rice with eggs prepared by Zhang He, and the tea was the latest West Lake Longjing fried by Zhang Ping, but the taste was far worse than the ones rewarded by the system.

Fortunately, Zhang He took out another two catties of fine wine, which was the last two catties rewarded by the system.

Zhang He has been wondering, damn the (author) system, damn it, he, Zhang He, has made so many contributions, yet the rewards have disappeared.